The sterile white walls felt like they were closing in on Raina and Margaret.

Every passing second felt like they were closer and closer to finally loosing Aaron.

Just wrhn they thought he was going to be alright, that doctor… that man.. Stabbed him!

Margaret sat stiffly on the plastic chair, her hands clenched so tightly around her handbag that her knuckles had turned white. Beside her, Raina paced the floor restlessly, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles, her arms folded over her chest like they were the only thing holding her together.

Every time a nurse walked past her, Raina’s head would jerk toward them, maybe hoping that...